Yeah, I want to dedicate this song to Jonathan Myers,Morris Peterson, Gemini Smith, and Matthew Hingle.What's on yo mind?

[Shoestring]No demonstration on this nation, as a murderfestGot us locked in the jailcell, the others they was put to restI had no teacher, it was like my pops had passed awayBought me a sweet and snapped his fingers, he was gone awayMy house is hell, I used bail down there on ?Acre? streetWhole hood on ABC, pops in penetentiaryCaught in the system, he's a victim of his shorty's pastHis son's a killa on the for reala, you best to watch yo stashWhat's on my mind, is my brotha's name Rodney King?Coulda been Shoestring, instead the devil chose Malice GreenCan't go to sleep, not too deep cause I be hearin shots,Down on my block bodies drop, it'll never stopThe ghetto drama for yo mama is a wicked sinGod save her soul, don't wanna say it but my mom's a fiendStand in the rain, can't take the pain, the stress is kickin inMack's in the pen cause it was all about his dividendsLife was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes buckleA swollen knuckle, lockin up was the ghetto coupleOut to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,My future's blind, now tell me what's on yo mind

[Bootleg]Apply the pressure, drastic measures made the victim's fallOne shot to the head, before they fled, they made em beg and crawlCan't stop the thunder in my mind, so who controls the storm?I fill my body full of drank and dank to keep it warmPlease stop the killin, Lord a killa's what I'm born to beMy mind's on murder God, homicides are all a seePlease set me free from all the enemies that haunt my mindWhy do the righteous, poor, and black suffer all the time?My mother talks to me, and tells me, ";Stop the violent killin";Workin hard all day, tryin to make my payNow how you think I'm feelin?What's on my mind, it's sad, look so small in kid's facesKnowin their daddy's doin 20 for some drug casesNever knew my daddy so I never could respect a manLearned to cook up drugs and hold my ground while other yougsters ranGotta be a man, so my plan is to pursue my dreamsMy family's gotta eat so I'm gon keep on feedin fiendsKnow what I mean, the same routine almost everydayLaw's pushin me, so I'm gon keep on stackin hayOut to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,My future's blind, now tell me, what's on yo mind?

[Night and Day]Try to stop these fires, but they got me trapped inside the fenceWanna represent his death, cause murder's what I'm up againstIt makes no sense to me, the troubles that run through my headWakin up in the mornin, knowin the grave might become my bedI shoulda fled, but from my problems, I can't get awayNo matter when or where I go, they're with me everydayI'm shootin the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my mind freeAnd tryin to find a piece of my mind, where problems can't find meNo matter what, I'm stuck, my mind is trapped inside the sinSo I release my anger through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pinYour so called friendsAin't really your friends because they don't stay trueBesides the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for you?Cash or credit, gotta get it, can't be po no moSome gangstas roll into the heaven's say no roll no moOut to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,My future's blind, now tell, me what's on yo mind?